The quiet hum of the castle was a stark contrast to the chaotic energy still thrumming through Fin's veins. He sat at the massive stone table in what Arachne had designated the 'war room' – a chamber smaller than the main hall, dominated by the table and several stark, uncomfortable-looking chairs. The datachip was slotted into a battered, Guild-issue reader he'd… acquired. Mara had been surprisingly thorough.
Holographic schematics of the Valerius Spire floated above the table, a complex, multi-layered structure. Red markers pulsed over designated targets: divination chambers, psionic relay nodes, primary data archives for Hunter movements across multiple sectors.
'Harder target,' Fin acknowledged internally. The Spire wasn't just an office; it was a fortress, the heart of the Association's information network in the region. 'More defenses. More personnel. Higher stakes.'
